CHAPTER 114: CHILLS AND SPILLS(2)(R18+)

Steve lay on the floor, shirt slightly rucked up, the hard line of his body rising and falling with every breath.

He looked peaceful... but proud, like he knew exactly what he was doing—laying there like temptation itself.

Fiona stood frozen, heart beating a little too fast. Her gaze slipped, traitorous, down his frame—and stopped.

The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, straining, pulsing faintly with each breath. Heat flickered through her.

Her thighs pressed together before she even realized she’d moved.

’God, what’s wrong with me?...right now? Really?’ she thought, cheeks burning. But it wasn’t just memory—it was craving. Pure, aching, animal.

She bit her lip, trying to look away, but her eyes were drawn back like a moth to flame. She remembered the way he used to touch her, the weight of him, the hunger they used to feed off each other.

She glanced at the magic guard nearby—fast asleep, unmoving. Fiona whispered under her breath, just to break the silence.

"Still out cold."

Her eyes slid back to Steve. He hadn’t moved, but she could feel it—that awareness, that silent invitation.

The way his cock throbbed against the tightness of his pants... it wasn’t accidental.

’Mmm...does he need help again?...no...why do I keep doing this? I keep telling myself I was helping him...’ she thought.

’But it’s me. It’s always been me.’

A soft breath escaped her lips. She took one last look at the room—still, quiet, untouched by the rising sun.

Then, slowly, she stepped toward him, each motion deliberate, the thrum between her legs matching the rhythm of her quickening breath.

She lowered herself to her knees, heart pounding, the cave thick with silence and want.

One final glance toward the Magic guard—still. The girl hadn’t moved. Nothing stirred in the cave, except Fiona’s hunger.

Her eyes fell back on Steve. Eyes closed. Breathing slow. But she could feel it—he was aware.

Her fingers slid to his waistband. She hesitated, lips parting with a soft, shaky breath, then tugged.

The fabric gave way.

And there his dick was—hard, thick, throbbing as it sprang free.

Her breath caught.

The sheer size of him made her mouth dry and her thighs clench.

’God...’ Her thoughts blurred as heat flushed through her, soaking deep.

’How did this ever fit inside me?’ Her body remembered—every inch, every brutal thrust of that night, the way he made her lose herself completely.

She reached for him. Both hands wrapped around his shaft, unable to close fully around the thick, pulsing length.

His throbbing cock was hot, rigid, alive in her grip—like a heartbeat she could feel through her fingers.

She exhaled shakily, lips parted, eyes dark with need.

She wasn’t thinking anymore. Just remembering how he broke her pussy and plundered her on the very night he had fucked her.

She paused, breathing hard, trying to steady herself—trying to shake the heat curling deep inside her. But it clung to her like a fever, growing stronger with every heartbeat.

Then her hand moved again, slow and sure, gliding down until both palms wrapped around the thick, rigid length of his cock. It was hot. Heavy. Pulsing with a need that matched her own. Just holding it sent a shiver through her spine.

Steve’s breath caught. He didn’t move—but inside, he burned.

’Fuck...is she really doing this right now?’ The feel of her soft hands stroking him again—he’d dreamed of it. Missed it more than he could ever admit.

She began to jerk him—slow at first, smooth and rhythmic, each stroke tight and deliberate.

Her grip twisted slightly at the top, thumb grazing the sensitive ridge beneath the head, and Steve nearly groaned aloud.

Then she leaned in.

Without pause, she opened her mouth wide—wet, eager, inviting. Her tongue slipped out first, slick and teasing, grazing the swollen head as she guided it past her lips.

Her jaw stretched around the thick weight of him, inch by pulsing inch, until her lips sealed around his wide girth with a lewd, breathy moan.

She took him deep in one fluid, sinfully smooth glide. Heat wrapped around him like velvet.

Her throat flexed, tight and warm, pulling him in deeper until he felt the resistance—and then she pushed past it, swallowing him farther with practiced hunger.

Her cheeks hollowed, suction forming a wicked seal that made his breath stutter. Her head moved with slow, sinful rhythm—deliberate, controlled, devastating.

Each descent sent lightning up his spine. Each rise left him aching for more.

Steve’s hands curled into fists at his sides. His chest rose sharply, shuddering with restraint.

’Mmm... she still knows exactly how to ruin me.’ he thought, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek as her mouth worked around him—tight, hot, impossibly wet.

She was relentless. Her tongue pressed flat, then curled around the underside of his shaft like silk wrapping steel.

Every inch she took glistened with spit, her saliva dripping down the length in warm rivulets, slicking his skin, pooling at the base. Her lips moved with reverence and ruin—worshipful one moment, filthy the next.

She moaned again—deep and guttural, sending vibrations that thrummed through his cock and made his hips jerk involuntarily. Her eyes lifted, locking onto his, wide and dark with lust. And then she went deeper.

Her throat opened. She swallowed his cock whole.

He gasped. The wet sound of her mouth, the soft choke of her gags, the way her lashes fluttered as she buried his cock inside her innocent lips—reinvigorated him.

Her hands gripped his thighs for leverage, holding him in place as her mouth slid back, then down again, faster now, deeper. Spit spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto the curve of her breasts, painting her skin in glistening trails.

She wasn’t just giving him pleasure—she was devouring him, draining him.

Her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft, working him in smooth, gliding strokes that matched the rhythm of her mouth.

Every movement was fluid, wet, and achingly slow. She savored the way his lips twitched between her lips, the way his breath caught, the way his hands gripped the edge of the table behind him, white-knuckled and trembling.

Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, slick and glistening, dripping down the length of his cock and pooling in the soft valley of her cleavage as the rising heat was only beginning...